A Bucket For Your Tears Poem by Eloida Capuno

i am not perfect, that is a given
i do not cry at funerals
i do not sing praises even when
everyone gushes
i rarely smile at strangers even if
they mean well
i smirk at the sight of teens and their
pdas
i am never patronizing
almost cold as ice
heartless you can call me that
yes i can own up to nearly every
fault, i don't mind

but when it comes to you i
make a 360 degree turn
docile as a child
ready to listen to your endless whimpers
a bucket for your tears